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Shame

This book delves into the psychological and emotional aspects of shame, examining its impact on individual lives and relationships. more

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Annie Ernaux
Annie Ernaux

Annie Ernaux, born on September 1, 1940, is a renowned French writer known for her autobiographical novels. Her works delve into the relationship between personal memory and history, as well as the impact of social class on individual destiny. more

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